A light that could rival the burning sun bursts out into the world, painting the cobblestones with colours of oranges and reds, yellows and purples. The weird thing about that though is that such a light shouldn’t be normal, at least not at 12AM in the dead of night.

Rika stares at light with a burning hatred simmering in her chest. She hates that light. She hates what it signifies. Because in th...